Page 32 of The Guy For Me


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“I’ve been fantasizing about it forever.”

Mabel’s mouth quirks up. Her lipstick is smudged. I love seeing her dolled up. But I also like seeing her dishevelled because of my touch. “What else have you been fantasizing about?”

I lick my lips, catching the remnant of her taste, and say, “You sitting on my face and soaking my beard like a naughty little bad girl.”

Mabel blinks a few times.

Her mouth opens and closes, but no sentences come out.

I think I’ve sent the poor girl into shock.

I rub her waist to bring her back to earth. “You okay, babe?”

She blushes and finally lets out a long exhale. “Oh, wow. Um, yeah. That…that sounds great, Liam. I’d love to sit on your face. Really. I’m game.”

I chuckle and kiss her jaw. “You like it when I talk dirty?”

She nods earnestly.

“Good. I’ve got more where that came from.”

“Tell me, Liam.”

“I want to put you on your hands and knees and spread you wide-open for my cock,” I murmur in her ear, relishing the way the lines in her body tighten at my words. “I want to watch you whine and moan and claw at the sheets as you take every inch of me.” My fingers draw down her back until I’m clutching her hips. “And I want to fuck you so hard, you never forget what it’s like to be owned by me.”

Mabel releases a low whimper.

My thumb grazes over her lips and when she parts them, I slip it inside, nearly coming in my pants when she sucks on theIVtattoo with the coyest expression on her features.

With my other hand, I push the short hem of her dress higher up her thighs, caressing one of her dimples. “Every time you posted a shot wearing a sundress or a filthy little swimsuit, were you hoping I’d chance upon it?”

“Y-Yes. Some part of me wanted you to find me and be…”

“Tempted?” I supply. “Obsessed?” I squeeze her inner thigh. “Because one look at you and I was fucking ruined, Bel. I’ve taken screenshots of every single one of your pictures. I look at them every night when I wrap my fist around my cock and fuck myself in your honour.”

“Liam.” Her breathing goes a little harsh. “That was so bad of you.”

“I know,” I whisper, kissing her again. “Are you going to punish me for it?”

“I should,” she pants, widening her stance until her knees are digging on either side of the seat and her pussy is practically glued over my bulge. “God, Ireallyshould.”

“You’ve been secretly teasing me for two years now. Writing me all those sweet things in your messages. Telling me I’m the best thing to ever happen to you. Being a flirtatious little tease by sending me pictures of the nails I paid for.” She keeps rocking over me, seeking friction, like she can’t help herself. I’ve got a horny beautiful thing on my hands and I reward her by slapping her ass. The sound springs in the car with a loud impact. I do it twice more, giving her a trailer of the spanking she’ll get soon. Mabel moans. “Did you have any idea how hot that got me? I fucking love being your provider. Your protector. Youreverything.”

“Now I do.” She takes those same nails and rakes them down my sweater-clad torso, biting her kiss-swollen lips. I shudder in pain-pleasure. “And I may not be a damsel in distress, but if there’s one man I want by my side, protecting me, sheltering me, being there for me, it’s you, Liam. You’ll always be it for me too.”

We seal the deal with more kisses. It’s not long before we’re both panting and groaning as Bel grinds over my hard-on like a woman on a mission.

“Take off your dress,” I beg, fingers tunnelling through her hair. Our tongues swipe against one another with unison groans. “I want to see you naked when I make you feel good.”

Mabel doesn’t need to be told twice.

She slips the thin straps off her shoulders and then tugs the blue satin dress off her voluptuous body. The material snags over her chest, making those brown-tipped breasts bounce with the movement.

She drops her dress on the seat next to us.

My vision goes hazy at the arousing sight.

A mass of dark hair falls down her shoulders. Tan skin shines in the golden hour with all of her perfections on display. Blue thong and strappy white heels adorn her otherwise naked form.